I owe you a lifetime of love

A simple bowl of home-cooked noodles, topped with fried eggs, a little red oil on the noodle soup, and two slices of small green vegetables for decoration.

It's a pity that the noodles are lumpy, and there is very little soup in the bowl.

An Nian picked up the chopsticks and ate the bowl of noodles while Fu Qingshen said "Happy Birthday".

"It's a pity, it's cold..." Fu Qingshen's eyes were filled with tenderness.

An Nian ate without saying a word, the portion of this bowl of noodles was actually too much for her.

But because Fu Qingshen made it, she ate it all.

I even drank the last sip of soup at the bottom of the bowl.

Under the candlelight, she tilted her head: "Shouldn't I have a birthday cake for my birthday?"

Fu Qing nodded deeply: "OK."

He cut a piece of cake with his own hands and put it in front of An Nian.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you—"

Fu Qingshen sang the birthday song with an unskilled voice.

An Nian's eyes were full of tears, she suddenly lowered her head, and the tears fell down.

This is probably happiness, right?
But if it is happiness, why is it mixed with tears.

An Nian drank red wine glass after glass.

The wine that Fu Qingshen specially picked was very low in alcohol.

But she still had red eye circles under the candlelight, and a blush on her cheeks.

At the end of the drink, An Nian lay down on the dining table with his head on his arms.

Fu Qing felt sour in his heart.

He got up and hugged An Nian, but An Nian curled up like a frightened bird.

When she opened her drunken eyes and saw who the man was holding her, An Nian lost her soul.

They just looked at each other.

The moment the eyes met, it was like lightning and flint, and I don't know who started it first.

Anyway, they kissed.

The kiss is inseparable, the kiss is heartbreaking.

It's not so much a kiss as it is the most heart-wrenching torture between them.

Their eyes were red during the most intimate contact of their lovers.

The soft sofa sank deeply, and Fu Qingshen pressed Anian on the sofa to kiss.

He knelt beside her on one knee, his tall figure enveloped her.

A soft voice escaped from An Nian's lips.

Then, her voice gradually became soft and charming.

Fu Qing pressed her wrist deeply, and finally, the two interlocked their fingers.

The moon quietly hid in the clouds, and the bright lanterns of the Shengshi Mansion looked dazzling under the cover of the night.

The crystal chandelier in the living room was dazzling.

An Nian didn't dare to open her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she clasped her hands on the man's shoulders.

"Light...turn off the light."

Fu Qingshen kissed her again, blocking her voice. His forehead was pressed against hers, and the man's deep, dark eyes deeply reflected the woman's face.

His eyes were stained red with passion~desire.

"Not off."

"too bright……"

"It's better to be brighter." Fu Qingshen gently raised his hand to caress An Nian's delicate face. He pinned her sweaty hair behind her ears, and his lips rolled down to her ears.

He exhaled hot breath: "Only if it is brighter, can I see your appearance clearly."

Seemingly ashamed, Anian closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip lightly.

Fu Qingshen raised his hand to pinch her chin: "Don't bite yourself, bite me."

Fu Qingshen longed for it for too long, knowing that it was wrong, but he still let himself fall.

Just like rain after a long drought, this desire is out of control.

An Nian could no longer find herself in Fu Qingshen's drawn-out, deep and affectionate call.

I don't know how long it lasted, they embraced each other and fell asleep.

Fu Qingshen had a long, long dream, which was so wonderful that he felt as if he had gone to heaven.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and in the only subconsciousness, he reached out to touch the position beside him, the cold side of the bed.

He panicked, his sleep was interrupted, and he suddenly turned over and sat up.

The quilt slid down to his waist following the man's movements, and there were still a few vague scratches on his back.

Fu Qing wandered through the villa in the dark in despair.

He found the living room on the first floor from the bedroom on the second floor, and ran barefoot from the first floor to the third floor.

He was out of breath, looking at the dark night outside the window, he only felt that his heart seemed to be hollowed out.

He was empty and sad.

He frowned in despair, however, at that moment, he stepped on the steps going downstairs, his steps were trembling and he almost fell.

He saw it.

He saw that in the corridor on the second floor, the door of the baby's room was half-closed, and Fu Qingshen hurriedly walked towards the baby's room.

"Ann...Annian?"

He yelled softly, and the door was pushed open.

Fu Qingshen saw the woman who was with the night by the bay window at a glance.

The window was ajar, and the cold night wind howled in.

The curtains on the bay window were blown up and down.

An Nian sat there with her knees bent, her arms wrapped around her legs, she looked sideways at the dark night sky outside the window, at the few stars dotted in the sky.

Fu Qingshen felt like he was about to stop breathing.

The heart seemed to jump out of the throat.

He strode forward and hugged An Nian.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

The expression on An Nian's face was numb, she slowly turned her head to look at Fu Qingshen, at that moment, tears were all over her face.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she was crying silently.

Fu Qingshen only felt that his heart was also broken.

At this moment, he also wanted to cry!

"Annian, don't be like this...don't torture me! Enough, enough! Really enough! I've tried to the point of pain."

"Enough?" The woman's voice was hoarse. She gently raised her hand, stroking Fu Qingshen's brow with her slender and cold fingertips, "How can this be possible? Fu Qingshen, this is just the beginning..."

Wordless fear crept into his heart, Fu Qingshen didn't dare to look into Anian's eyes.

After half a month, he found that An Nian's illness was deeply rooted.

It didn't get better at all.

Fu Qingshen couldn't help sobbing in a low voice, and his throat let out a roar like a trapped animal on the verge of death: "Annian, you won! Look at me, I was also pulled off the altar by you. You once said that I High above, say that I am invincible."

"But now, I don't want anything. I only want you, as long as you are well. If... If I am the cause of your disease, I give up, I give up!"

He didn't want to see such an expression of pain and despair on An Nian's face again.

He didn't want to see her determination when she wanted to give up her life again!
Heart is bleeding!

But he said the words of giving up: "I admit defeat! I am willing to admit defeat!"

He no longer insisted, no longer forced her to turn back.

As long as she can be well, he doesn't ask for anything.

"Alas..." The woman let out a light sigh between her lips and teeth, as if she was really exhausted.

She raised her arms and hugged the man's body tightly: "Fu Qingshen, you see, I can't let go at all, and I hate you even more. This kind of hatred has become an obsession, and I can't let it go."

"You keep this room, and you take pains to repair all the things I broke. However, no matter how you put together the broken things, there will still be many scars."

"I..." Fu Qing nodded deeply, "I understand."

An Nian closed her eyes in great pain: "As I said, I hate myself more than I hate you. Because I killed the child who belonged to this baby room with my own hands."

An Nian said every word, like a piece of wood without any feeling.

She spoke stiffly: "As early as the night you arranged for the doctor to draw my blood and wanted to check the DNA, my body already had obvious symptoms of miscarriage."

"Actually...do you know? If I hadn't been overwhelmed by hatred at that time, if I hadn't thought of using that child to make you regret for life, if I went to the hospital, he (she) could still call me mother... ..."